My saxophone now sits in its case- taken out once a week to play duets with an improving, but out-of-tune fifth grader. When I try and play my sweet Isaac either cries because it's loud or because he wants to push the buttons. It's a funny feeling to spend so many years, hours a day, enveloped in something and then suddenly (it feels) not have it at all. As I enjoy the music on my TV, I also feel longing- to be there again on that noisy front row.
I have made choices. My sweet little choices wake me up in the middle of the night and give me sweet, slobby, open mouthed baby kisses. They spill the milk, unroll the toilet paper, and leave small toys, that hurt your feet, strewn down the hall. Yet, as I snuggle my children to sleep, feeling their soft breath and warmth I get an indescribable feeling...of love. I would make the same choices again- in a heartbeat. Holding those tiny hands is the best simple treasure of all.
That being said- who wants to watch my kids an hour a week so I can practice =)?
